L118 - Riposte (feat. Benjmark) Lyrics

Yeah, L118, Benjmark
Let's go

Was wondering why you didn't do the shit like you said you would
Well that explains a lot on why you started f*cking dudes
If you're gonna start a beef you better take it all the way
You're a joke to your kid but it wasn't born yesterday
Ain't throwing shade or even flexing all my fronts
You're f*cking with the mafia and beefing with the dons
You won't be talking shit when you got a gun on your dome
Malnourished little burnt f*cker with an extra chromosome
Little bitch tryna flex you ain't even a threat
You broke little shit you got shrunken balls on that dick
You don't know who you're f*cking with i'm the messenger of death
You're flexing out a wallet that's as empty as your threats
You're beefing like you're 50 but you pull up like you're 12
You thought I was only kidding? hang yourself with my belt
Check this prick out my list I just took out the garbage
Hmm I see a happy family there's Mr and Miscarriage

I got a song and it's about to expose all your dirt baby
Been carrying all this load and you're about to feel the gravity
I can see you tensing up I feel your palms already sweaty
I guess you learned your lesson why you should never f*ck with me

You can tell everyone i'm out here admiring your shoes
But can't change the frame and facts I look down on you
Even tho we all know I'm ready strapped and loaded
I'll take you on with my bare hands then snap record it
Burn it in a CD and jerk off to it
I like getting off to stuff that's morbid
An addition to the collection of the f*cks whose death emitted
Every time i'm triggered and set off
I'm like a 12 gauge I'm a sawed off
Explosive if you get too close
Slow down for a minute
Let the beat rest and calm down for a bit
Get the beast stressed and claw down for a bitch
But I ain't done yet and that's just the sound of my bars reloading
I'm tearing my hair off while im doing this f*cking recording
Im diggin this feeling
The shooting and killing
My spinal is chilling
This flow that I'm spitting
Not thinking of breathing
Or let you keep living
If you keep on pissing
Me off imma start my dissing
No holds barred
Everyone's gonna getting shit no nose guard
It ain't even winter but I see snowflakes every time that I spit
All you f*cks that I hit don't you even dare to throw fits
Just cause when the shoe fits
You gonna wanna start to f*cking throw fists
On this heat and this beat but i'm just letting off steam
Every time that I sing
It's lyrical screaming
Happening in my dreams
To the extreme
That's triggered off when I'm in
Any issue that you make up to try and make up for all that makeup
On your face
I'll cum on you and give you a facial
All that dirt that I found out when I took the shovel and I dug out
And I find out that
Mine ain't the only dick
That's been in your mouth

I got a song and it's about to expose all your dirt baby
Been carrying all this load and you're about to feel the gravity
I can see you tensing up I feel your palms already sweaty
I guess you learned your lesson why you should never f*ck with me

Tic Toc, I'mma 'bout to clean your clock
Click Clack, I ain't even gonna strap up this Glock
Sip Sac, bitch, you finna 'bout to suck my cock
Talkin' tough will get you jackshit but f*cked

Shady motherf*cker y'all clingin' to rats
I'm spitting' Tourette's while I'm tight grippin' my gat
So go 'head tell me how your brother roll up
Windows right? Cause I'mma spray him across the block

And send him wherever you people call heaven
Send him with all them motherf*cking heathens
Eden's Garden is an ice box in Seven Eleven
Or a six-feet hole up in Loyola Garden
You can send me to jail and I'll f*ck the warden

Gang of thieves and bitch you's in the f*ckin' lead
An army of criminals is all that you will ever breed
You got a pack of wolves sneering, snaring their teeth
But I'm packin' heat and dawg, it's the only pack that I need

Maguindanaoan green feed your Daddy's greed
Your ownership of that land is as bad as your deeds
Bunch of murderers like all ya'll Assassin's Creed
Bitch, if you was a f*cking plant, I wouldn't plant my seed

I'm the f*ck-buddy of Death so I ain't scared of your threats
You scared of the test so you got f*ckin' bodied instead
Lovin' incest so you f*cked your own cousin in bed
Bet you'll never play, boy when I put this piece on the back of your head.